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Esme's POVToday is the day. Today is the day I marry Jaxon and I am so ready for it. I haven't thought about my past life and the rubbish life I have had, I only have eyes for the one man who I am so excited to be marrying today.My name is Esme West, soon to be Esme Hayes. I never thought I would be standing here, in front of the pack church, about to marry the love of my life. But life has a funny way of surprising you.We fell in love quickly and despite the horrible ways we began our journey this so far is the best journey I would not change, I mean okay, Yes I would change it slightly. I would change my past some how maybe tweak it a bit so I haven't got so much emotional baggage but I have two very beautiful and very healthy children who know that they're family loves them more than anything and they will forever know that feeling. We knew we were meant to be together. Jaxon's parents were never against our relationship, they wanted him to marry someone who made him smile, gave

Jaxon's POVGrowing up, I had Charlie and Hunter as my brothers, even though Hunter isn't actually my blood brother I still and will always see him as a brother. We have all been through a lot together, me and hunter shifted with each other there at the ages of 16, normally wolves have there first shift when they turn 18, some don't even get there wolf until they are 19 or sometimes in some cases they don't get them at all. It's very rare if both parents are wolves but it isn't unheard of if the mother's infidelity is with of human breed. I'm sounding like a complete idiot for saying that but if she basically slept with a human not her mate then there is a 50/50 chance that the wolf will or will not get their wolf."Bro, we have 35 minutes until we are leaving. Are you nearly ready because Esme is chewing my ear off, oh hello Rosie. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything" I say giving her the salute and an Innocent smile. I so hope I haven't just walked in on something here. Mortifying

Jaxon's POVI've always been a man of action, but these past four days have been a test of my patience and my love for Esme. She's been missing for four days, and I can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened to her, my skin is itchy and my hands are clammy to shit. I know she's not dead, because if she was, I'd be a wreck, unable to function and feeling as though I have died as well, and I probably would feel like I have died if she did but I have our two children to hold onto right now, even though I can't think straight. But the thought of her being out there, alone and scared, is enough to drive me mad.Our children, have been my saving grace and my ass because I am ready to kill in my wife's name and I don't and have never thought I would need or want to do that. They don't understand what's going on, but I've tried my best to comfort them, to make them feel safe. I've held them close, read them bedtime stories, and tucked them in at night before going out huntin

Esme's POVAs the darkness enveloped all my senses, I struggled to discern the passage of time. My mind was a jumbled mess, memories of the past week or month blurring with the present. Had I imagined Jaxon's presence in the underground shitpit Or was it a cruel trick played by my drug-addled brain?My body felt heavy and weak, the lingering effects of Adeline's concoctions still coursing through my veins. But amidst the fog, a voice, soft and gentle, a voice I knew all too well.Jaxon's voice.Jaxon whispered, his breath warm against my hand."Esme baby. That's it just keep opening them slowly" he says which has me wanting to open then with full force but the lights hurt a little so I had to close them until I could manage to adjust to the brightness.My eyes fluttered open, and there he was, standing over me, his piercing, beautiful eyes filled with concern. I reached out a trembling hand, desperate to confirm his presence.'Jaxon,' I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.He took my

Esme's POVJaxon is my blanket when it's cold, its warm grip sending perfect shivers down my spine. Once a sanctuary and luxury, the place that I lay my head and make love to my husband, my bed had become a battleground where nightmares waged war against my sanity.One year ago, Every night, for months, I would awaken in a cold sweat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The nausea that gripped me was unbearable, threatening to tear my body apart. I couldn't escape the torment that had once plagued my waking hours, now it had found refuge in my dreams. Some how the dreams became night mares and now I am waking up once again in sweats and shivers. My body isn't able to acknowledge the threat and the difference between life time night mares and night time night mares but it is scary as shit. I hate it so much.In the suffocating depths of the night, her face would appear before me, a haunting spectre. Her eyes, that was once filled with warmth, a person I could call a friend, now